When I went to my brother's house to see his kids and I think it was Christmas-or maybe even a birthday, I honestly don't know-his friend named Tyler was there. I, being the youngest in my family, am always kind of the odd one out; so I sit there awkwardly while the rest of the family talks. My brother had started playing a racing game. They, my brother and Tyler, had been taking turns, and I kept trash talking both of them-Tyler more so, only because I was trying to get out of my old shell. ._.My brother left for some reason and Tyler couldn't beat one stage of the game, so I bet him five bucks if he could beat it. We were kind of talking like old friends and it was weird because, well, he was like 25. And now that I think of it, I get along better with guys older than me more than anyone. It's very...very weird. ._.